Meeting the Masters
Years ago, I had a dream that was reoccurring time after time when I was young.
Deep in Outerspace I find myself floating in my bed along with the stars and no need of an Aqua-Lung.
My bed draped in white as were my robes, lying there amidst beings of light.
I felt at ease as they loomed around my in human form but with luminous dazzling brilliants that pierced the night.
Later on in my adult life, after reading Secrets of the Universe, I had an out of body experience and again, met these Beings of Light, then realizing there was much more than four dimensions.
This I believe had been preordained, just part of my journey, my training, an elevation to new vibrations, part of my ascension.
How exciting to be in the midst of extraordinary light beings who transverse many wonderful realms and various exquisite places.
Realizing and embracing with ancient times, relatives and roots, constantly reminding me that I am light without birth, coalesced in tremendous flesh and continue on only with God's graces.
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